Down & Dirty_Hawk

by Jeanne St. James

  “If he hurts you...”

  Kiki wasn’t sure if he meant physically or emotionally, but either way... “I’ve recovered before. Not my first rodeo.”

  Shaking his head, Mike turned on his heel and headed out of her office. “Hope it’s worth it.”

  Hot, built body, even if marred by dozens of tattoos? Lots of mind-blowing orgasms?

  Yes, it might be worth it. Just for one more night.

  Chapter Six

  At 7:45, Kiki stood on a Harley door mat in her three-inch heels, stabbing the doorbell with her finger. She’d figured Jazz would answer the door, so she was surprised when she heard heavy footsteps approaching instead.

  The door swung wide and she lost her breath.

  No vest. No boots. No shirt. Good lord. Simply a pair of worn jeans. She licked her lips and swallowed to prevent the drool from dribbling down her chin.

  “Babe.”

  She expected him to bitch about her being late, but he said nothing. But then, she couldn’t imagine he normally was a prompt individual himself.

  His bulk remained blocking the doorway as he took her in from top to toe. Then he searched the wood porch near her feet. “Where’s your bag?”

  “I don’t need a bag since I’m not staying the night.”

  “Yeah you are, babe. Next time bring a bag.”

  Next time bring a bag?

  Seriously? Did he think this was going to be a regular thing?

  “You sleep naked next to me, but you gotta go downstairs, put on one of my tees. Got me?”

  He was laying down the rules already. She wondered if all bikers were this overbearing. With her boss, Tom, handing over the club to her, she guessed she’d find out soon enough since they kept the firm on retainer. And their retainer was not a small one, either.

  She sighed. “Are you going to let me in?”

  His lips twitched. “Depends. Got panties on?”

  “You’re not going to find out unless you let me in.”

  He chuckled, shaking his head as he stared at his feet for a moment, then he took a step back. Once she crossed the threshold, he shut and locked it.

  “Babe,” he said softly from where he stood behind her.

  “Yeah?” She winced. Damn it! Why did she keep answering him when he called her that?

  “Lemme see.” His voice, a low grumble, sent a shiver down her spine.

  She turned to face him. “Nothing to see.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  Kiki blinked. That’s my girl? “I haven’t been a girl for a very long time, Hawk.”

  “Longer we stand here yappin’ the older we’re gettin’. So, let’s get crackin’.”

  Kiki pinned her lips together, holding back her laughter.

  She glanced over her shoulder into the empty living room. “Where’s Jazz?”

  “Friend’s. Kicked her ass out tonight.”

  “You didn’t have to do that.”

  “Wanted some privacy. Not holdin’ back tonight.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “Were you holding back the other night?” Because if so... damn.

  Hawk pushed off from where he leaned against the door and snagged her waist to haul her to him. The air hissed out of her lungs as his big body came in full contact with her. Jesus, there wasn’t anything soft about this man. Not that she was complaining.

  He plunged his fingers into her hair, fisted them, then tilted her head back to stare down into her face. “Gotta ask you somethin’, babe. Somethin’ that’s been botherin’ me.” He lowered his head until his lips hovered above hers.

  “What’s that?” she whispered, desperately wanting him to close the gap and take her mouth.

  “You do ‘im?”

  Kiki blinked, confused. “Who?”

  “The guy in your office.”

  The guy... “Mike?” she squeaked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Are you going to ask that about every man I know and you meet?”

  “Yeah. Expect it, babe. Wanna know my competition.”

  “There isn’t any competition.”

  “Good to hear.”

  Of course, he ignored her meaning on purpose. “Because there’s nothing to win,” she clarified.

  “Plenty to win.” And with that, he crushed his mouth against hers, jammed his tongue in between her lips and kissed her so long and thoroughly that a groan bubbled up from the back of her throat.

  When he finally released her, he was breathing just as heavily as she was. Though, she might have him beat, but not by much.

  “Babe,” he whispered, like he was surprised at his own reaction.

  “Yeah?” she breathed, feeling a bit stunned that this far-from-polished man could kiss so well. But then his kisses weren’t neat and polished, either. They were demanding and raw and they lit her up like a string of Christmas lights.

  “Pull your skirt up.”

  Right here? She swallowed as her pussy clenched hard at his words. “I... I don’t think I can. It’s too tight.”

  “It’s hot as fuck.” He reached around her and yanked at the zipper. She slapped his hands away so he wouldn’t break the delicate tab in his haste. She unzipped it and before she could slip the skirt down, he was shoving it up around her hips instead.

  She gasped as his hand found her wet center, stroking between the folds before sliding two fingers deep inside her.

  Oh lord, did he have wonderfully long fingers.

  He curled his tall body over her and shoved his face into her neck. “No panties, babe. Fuck.”

  She whimpered as he worked her, thumbing her clit, fucking her with his fingers, while he grabbed a handful of her ass with his other hand and squeezed.

  She just might come that quickly...

  “Get my dick out.”

  Her mind had become nothing but mush so it took a second for his words to penetrate. As soon as they did, she undid the top button, unzipped his jeans, and quickly shoved them down enough so she could take his cock into her hand and cup his balls.

  Her thumb grazed the crown and she swirled the precum over the hot velvety satin of his skin. He was just as ready as she was.

  Suddenly, his fingers disappeared and he grabbed her ass in both hands. She yelped when he jerked her up his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered her enough to line the tip of his cock up with her center.

  Then someone groaned, she wasn’t sure who, when he let her fall a little more until he impaled her deep.

  He blew out a breath and held her still as she snaked her arms around his neck to hold on.

  “Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “Get no deeper than that.”

  When she opened her mouth to agree, nothing but a ragged breath escaped.

  She had never been with anyone before that was strong enough to hold her weight like that. She wasn’t the most petite woman, though she felt like one next to Hawk’s bulk, but still... He could hold her weight without even a slight tremor and she didn’t fear him dropping her.

  When he started to lift and lower her, she wrapped her arms tighter around him and shoved her face into his bare chest, inhaling his masculine scent. “Hawk,” she groaned against his skin.

  “Yeah, babe?” he groaned back.

  “Hawk,” she said again, her mind spinning.

  “Yeah,” he breathed.

  “Hawk... I’m going to come.”

  “Yeah, feel you squeezin’ me tight. Fuckin’ come all over me.”

  His words became the tipping point and she did. She rippled around him, her toes curling, and she cried out his name again. Still quivering in his arms, he shifted and moved until her back was against the nearest wall.

  Then he pumped into her hard. Over and over. Her body taking the brunt of his thrusts since the wall didn’t give even a little bit. Every one of his deep thrusts was accompanied with a low grunt and she closed her eyes to let his sound and movement push her over the edge once more.

  “Coming,” she warned him.

>   “Feel ya, babe. Fuck!”

  “Come in me, honey.”

  “Gonna. Jesus. So fuckin’ hot, wet an’ tight. Makin’ that pussy mine.”

  His words rolled through her, making her shudder.

  With another grunt, he jammed his hips powerfully against her, driving deep and staying there. He panted heavily, holding her tight. After a few seconds, his words rumbled in her ear, “Called me honey.”

  Kiki blinked and thought back. She was not responsible for what came out of her mouth when Hawk was driving her mad. “No, you were hearing things.”

  “Nope. Heard it. Can’t deny it.”

  “Oh, I can deny it.”

  His body shook against hers as he chuckled. Without releasing her, he stepped away from the wall. “Was just a quickie. Now time to get down to business.”

  “Need a few minutes?” she teased.

  He guided her up and down on his still-hard shaft. “Feel like it?”

  “No, but—”

  A cell phone rang loudly nearby and he tensed against her.

  “Fuck,” Hawk muttered. He shifted his grip on her ass and said, “Cell phone. Back pocket.”

  Still hanging onto him with one arm, she reached around and felt around back of his undone jeans until she located his smart phone. She slipped it from the pocket.

  “Show me.”

  She flipped the face of the phone toward him and he looked at the caller ID.

  “Fuck me,” he muttered. “Hit the speaker.”

  She turned the phone toward her and tapped the speaker phone button, then held it between them.

  “What,” he barked.

  Kiki tapped Hawk’s shoulder and his eyes lifted to hers. “You can put me down,” she mouthed.

  He shook his head and went back to scowling at the phone. “This better be good.”

  A gruff male’s voice filled the tiny foyer. “Gotta guy in here. Road up on a sled. Not wearin’ colors but he’s just sittin’ in the corner observin’. Gettin’ a weird feelin’... like maybe he’s a Warrior an’ casin’ the joint.”

  “Fuck. Get Diesel.”

  “Can’t get a hold of ‘im.”

  “Where’s Z?”

  “On his way. Told me to call you, too.”

  “Yeah,” Hawk grunted and closed his eyes for a moment. “Fuck. Okay. See who else you can round up. Don’t approach. Observe. Got me?”

  There was a hesitation.

  “Fuckin’ got me?” Hawk barked.

  Finally, “Got you.”

  “On my way.” He frowned. “Hang up.”

  She didn’t know if he was talking to her or the guy on the phone, but Kiki jabbed the End button and disconnected the call.

  With an irritated sigh, Hawk growled, “Know I run a bar, babe. Usually there at this time of night. Figured I could go one night without me babysittin’ it.”

  “Who was that?”

  “Abe.”

  “Abe?”

  “Yeah. Don’t know his fuckin’ real name an’ don’t care to know. Right now, he’s just a prospect. He’s even lower than p—” His eyes slid to hers, then quickly away. “We gotta go.”

  “Oh, no. You finish that sentence.”

  “The fuck I will.” He dropped her gently to the ground, breaking their connection, and then smacked her ass. “Let’s go, woman.”

  “I can just go home. We can do this another time.” She pulled at her skirt in attempt to adjust it back in place.

  “No. Comin’ with me.”

  She zipped the skirt closed. “I don’t need to do that.”

  “Not done here, babe. Soon as this business is dealt with, we have our own business to finish.”

  She’d just had two awesome orgasms but the promise of more tonight made her hesitate.

  Was she seriously thinking about going with him to his bar? Oh good lord. She was. And she was sort of curious on what it was like.

  “I think I’m overdressed.”

  “Not sure I want you goin’ in there with no panties. Got ‘em in the car?”

  “Yes.”

  He eyeballed her outfit. “Should be on the back of my bike, but that skirt won’t do. How ‘bout grabbin’ some of Jazz’s clothes?”

  “She’s a bit slimmer than me, Hawk.” And much younger, meaning she couldn’t imagine Jazz had anything Kiki would want to be caught dead in public with. Even at a biker bar.

  “Yeah.”

  She arched a brow at him. “Yeah?” she repeated.

  “Like it. Don’t want a skinny bitch. Need somethin’ to hold on to when I’m ridin’.”

  “Wouldn’t I sit on the back of your bike and I’d be holding on to you?”

  “Meant in bed, babe.”

  A smile crept across her face. “We should go.”

  “Gotta take your ride.”

  She sighed and snagged the key fob off the foyer shelf where she had placed it earlier. She automatically held them out. “Guess you’re driving then.”

  “Damn straight.” He plucked them from her fingers and shoved them into his pocket. “Gonna get dressed.” Without waiting for her to respond, he jogged up the steps. Kiki couldn’t help but watch his ass as he did so.

  She hoped the business at his bar didn’t take long at all.

  When he came back down, she was already outside waiting in the passenger seat. That pleased him to no fucking end.

  He shook his head to himself as he approached the low-sitting, expensive sports car. Beautiful woman, smart, successful.

  He never expected to be sliding into the driver’s seat of a practically brand-new Vette with a woman like Kiki next to him.

  Fuck no.

  Shit wasn’t going to last long. She was way too independent to want to deal with his shit. But he was going to milk it out as long as he could.

  He liked having class sliding up and down his dick.

  When he settled into the seat next to her and pressed the start button, the 6.2-liter engine powered by six hundred-fifty horses roared to life.

  Damn. That right there was enough to give him a hard-on.

  “Your vest is inside out.”

  “Yep.” He felt her gaze on him as he put the car in reverse. He twisted his head to back the car out of the driveway.

  He had to be careful with his big-ass feet and bulky boots on the accelerator. With the power this baby had, it was super responsive to even the slightest touch. “Don’t wear your colors in a cage.”

  “Colors?”

  “Cut,” he clarified as he backed into the street and shoved the shifter into drive.

  She shook her head.

  He yanked at his leather vest. “Cut. Colors.”

  “Ah. Why’s that?”

  “DAMC ain’t a car club, babe.”

  “Got it.”

  He grinned at her and squeezed her bare knee. “Good. Glad you’re gettin’ it.”

  He mashed down on the gas pedal and the back tires chirped then they shot forward. Hawk chuckled at Kiki’s gasp.

  “Gonna drive this bitch like it’s stolen,” he declared and did just that.

  Chapter Seven

  Hawk kept a hand at the small of Kiki’s back as he guided her through the front entrance of The Iron Horse. The normal, familiar bar smells and sounds hit him as soon as they walked through the door. Smoke, beer and fried bar food wafted through the air. The clack of pool balls sounded in stereo since busy billiard tables filled both sides of the bar.

  He spotted the two prospects, Abe and Moose, behind the bar that stretched along the back of the room. He was relieved to see one of their new prospects, Moose, tending bar tonight since he was just like his nickname, as big as a moose. And Abe wasn’t a hot head so he was good at breaking up fights or talking people down before a brawl broke out.

  So, if Diesel wasn’t there to have his back, at least two of the better prospects were.

  He kept his eyes set on his destination and deliberately didn’t look to where the suspicious biker sat. In the car
, he had told Kiki to do the same. He was proud that she managed to keep her gaze forward. Though, he was sure her eyes were sliding back and forth as she checked out his business.

  When they hit the bar, he steered her to an empty bar stool. “Babe, sit. Get her anything she wants,” he directed Abe.

  The young prospect nodded and slid down the bar to stand in front of her, giving her the eyeball.

  Waving a hand, she dismissed the offer. “I’m good, thanks,” she told the prospect.

  Hawk leaned down and muttered, “Get a drink, babe. On the house.”

  Then it hit him that she probably didn’t drink beer or whiskey, or anything he normally stocked behind the bar. Her alcohol selections probably consisted of expensive wine, champagne and fancy martinis.

  “Just a whiskey neat, then.” Kiki said.

  Well, damn, that was his girl. Abe grinned wide and slapped an empty shot glass in front of her, another one in front of Hawk and poured them each a double shot of Jack.

  As he was serving them, he leaned toward Hawk and said low, “Back right corner. Jeans, black tee, been nursin’ the same beer for a good while now.”

  Hawk jerked his chin up slightly, then casually turned around, leaning back against the bar between Kiki and the empty bar stool next to her. Pressing against her side, he made it look like he was about to have a conversation with her while his gaze sliced through the semi-busy room.

  It wasn’t packed tonight, but it wasn’t dead, either. But there was no mistaking the guy in the back corner sitting by himself.

  From what Hawk could see through the haze of smoke in the open floor space, the man was at least in his late twenties if not early thirties, had two full sleeves of tats, and his neck was covered, too. His hair was short and tight, like military or law enforcement tight, not shaggy in the least. If it wasn’t for the neck ink, Hawk may have leaned toward believing the guy was a plant for some law enforcement agency and not another club.